#Fel Ravens

[kissingwookiees]

leveled up in brain worm, baby!

[rosecreates]

The favorite places of the BG3 Unholy Trio are as follows...

Sylve: She grew up in Rivington and after she became a mercenary and managed to earn herself a home in the Lower City, she found herself spending a lot of time in Elfsong Tavern to relax, and it soon became her favorite place.

Raven: The Bazaar of Menzoberranzan, where she often found a place to 'perch' and watch the people go to-and-fro, or spend time window shopping. Prior to being adopted into House Mizzrym she would also scam people, and even though she can't say she enjoyed having to make ends meet through conning, she can't deny it was fun fooling people into believing her.

Nimue: Prior to losing her memory, her favorite place was Bloomridge Park. Her foster parents took her there often, where she often had picnics with them and played with other children. After killing her foster parents when consumed by her dark urge when she was a preteen and covering up the murder out of fear, she was taken in by the Church dedicated to Corellon Larethian that she had often visited with her parents. She constantly visited the park at that point, watching the scenery from afar whilst drowning in her thoughts, if she wasn't praying at the Church for Corellon to purge the urges from her and forgive her for her sins or mourning her parents at the graveyard. After losing her memory and returning to Baldur's Gate in Act 3, she regains several memories when taken to Bloomridge Park and finds herself spending a lot of time there again to reminisce.

[crypticminx]

I saw this and omgggg fucking Felix in his cop costume-

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

“My oh my,” you purred, humming in delight as you walked over to the tall handsome officer, who sported a mischievous grin once you graced him with your presence.

You trailed your fingers along his chest, while you wished you could stroke his flushed cheek he was just too tall—but that made him even more stunning.

You wore nothing more than a fitting black dress and some cat ears—a last minute fix for a Halloween costume, but it was cute enough for the occasion. Once Felix had you in his grasp, needy hands slid down to your waist and tugged you closer. “I see you’ve found me,” he whispered between the loud atmosphere surrounding the two of you.

He learned down to kiss you, feeling his hard bulge practically poking you from down below. A vacant signal that proved he adored your little costume, but you liked his way more.

You bit your lip, trying to hide a smile from escaping your serious tone, “I do love a man in uniform.”

“May I escort you out of here,” he raised a brow, seeing that smile of yours made him feel way too hot to last another gruelling second at this party.

Without having to ask, he lifted you up, laughing as the two of created quite the commotion making your way through crowds of people.

Finding an empty room seemed good enough, especially because the bed happened to be neatly made. Though the two of you knew it wouldn’t be a pretty scene by the end of it all.

Sparing no seconds to waste, Felix slammed the door, smothering your face with long aggressive kisses that left trails of marks along your smooth neck.

“Fel-“ you couldn’t even finish yelling his name as he tossed you onto the bed, pinning you down with more kisses as his hands worked their ways into his pockets, revealing the final accessory to his costume.

Handcuffs.

“Oh, you’ve got to be shitting me-“

“No no no,” he put his hand to your mouth, “I think you’ve been a bad girl.”

Cuffing your hands behind your back, he slid your dress down, while you laid your restraint body back into the mattress of the creaking bed.

“Now I’ve got to punish you,” he moaned as his solid cock slid through your wet, drenched pussy lips, loving how he could make you so wet with his stern authority. He knew you enjoyed how well he looked tonight, but he was stunned with how horny you were. He could feel the agony that was your pretty little moans begging for him to penetrate you so deep—you’d probably break those cheap plastic handcuffs.

He loved feeling you—yet having you so restrained made him even more ravenous because his body was in charge.

“Jesus,” you whimpered, his cock thrusting into you with all his might as grabby hands pleasured your bouncing breasts, wanting you to feel good all over.

“You take me so well, darling,” he pushed deeper, feeling you trying to move under his pressure, but failing miserably due to the pure bliss that was his existence.

“Please daddy,” you moaned louder, his cock twitching just by the name. He groaned, listening to you plead for him to make you release all your sweet fluids—hell, he could cum in seconds just seeing how hot and flustered you were growing.

“Punish me,” you begged, falling into pure submission under his sinful ways.

He paused, his rough motions slowly evening out until he leaned down to your sweaty face, feeling your hot breath slowly pant on his face.

“I’m not gonna stop fucking that little pussy until those handcuffs break.”

The two of you had a long lustful night ahead of yourselves this Halloween.

[pandoa]

the henchman: a grimmer tale

where another overblot strikes night raven college, and the prefect is prepared to face the dark magic alongside both grim and their friends to save the day yet again. but... where was grim to begin with?

part two/prologue to this fic in grim's pov !! can be read separately grim x platonic!gender neutral reader

warnings: angst ~based off of the theory that grim eventually overblot and mc will be forced to fight him~

“Grim?” You called out into the empty hallways of your school, searching for your cat-like friend among the deserted classrooms of Night Raven. Through the windows of the college, you sensed that another event of chaos was brewing from the way the sky seemed to darken in black, foreboding smog as students from all over the campus began quickly making their escape from whatever discord that struck the premises of the school. 

Another overblot? The thought crossed your mind as you continued searching for Grim after being unsuccessful with finding him in his usual napping spot back at Ramshackle. Really, the thought of another overblot cursing Night Raven was not a surprising one. For something that was known to be a rare occurrence in a mage’s life, it was awfully common in the school you had happened to stumble upon after being taken away from your life back in your own world. Truthfully, all you wanted to do was to find your dear friend Grim and get this overblot over with.

But since when did things ever go your way in Twisted Wonderland in the first place?

“Grim?” You called out again, this time a little louder, until you spotted the familiar silhouettes of your four friends—Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel—approaching you in their usual group. Relief flooded over your senses as you hurried to meet them halfway, a thankful look to your face before you spoke. 

“Hey, have you guys seen Grim anywhere? Maybe somewhere near Ramshackle? I have to go get him before we go out to deal with that overblot again-”

“(Y/n),” Jack’s voice called out your name, his tone stern with a cold warning surrounding it, “Grim is the one who is overblotting. You won’t find him back at Ramshackle.”

You stopped in your own tracks as you turned to your friends. The slight shake in your voice was enough to make a few of them shift in regret. “W…what?” you managed to choke out.

Jack continued with his cold, direct tone, leaving you with no room to truly process what was actually happening, “We don’t know how it happened or what triggered him, but all we know is that Grim is overblotting right now as we speak. You do not want to see the state he’s in right now, not with everything you’ve been through together. It’s not safe either. Even the strongest mage in Twisted Wonderland would have trouble overcoming the blot in Grim.”

“It’s too dangerous to be out there, (Y/n),” Epel explained softly after Jack as he carefully walked closer to you. It was almost as if he was so scared that you would run away from them if he made any impulsive movements. The purple-haired first year then continued to speak while placing a sympathetic hand to your wrist, a gentle tug urging you to turn away from the havoc around you.

“Crowley sent us here to make sure you didn’t try to face Grim…” 

Epel and the rest of your first year friends all watched as your expression turned into one of bafflement at each of their actions. There was no way they were telling you to do what you think they wanted you to do. Grim was their friend too. They cared for him. They loved him as much as you did—or that’s what you always thought. There was no way they would just leave him to destroy himself in flames and dark, oozing blot…

No way.

“And you all were just going to what? Stop me from saving my best friend?” you spat as your eyes twitched in disbelief.

“...It was Crowley’s orders.”

The downcast gaze of each and every one of your friends sent a flurry of rage and anger through your veins. That answer was not enough. Not enough to turn your gaze away from your feline friend who absolutely needed you right now.

“To hell with what Crowley orders us to do!” A yell was heard from your form as you roughly yanked your wrist out of Epel’s grip, twisting to turn your attention back to Ace, Deuce, and Jack as well. 

“I don’t see him helping anytime soon!”

Ace interjected your outburst, clearly trying to at least reason with you. But nothing Ace or anyone else said to you would change your mind. That, you were sure of. “(Y/n), you know we would usually be on your side on this. But this time Grim’s overblot is just too danger-”

“It’s because it’s Grim out there that I have to help now!” You interrupted him back with a strain to your voice as you bit back a crack in your throat. A certain type of vulnerability no one had ever seen from you. Not until now. “He’s the only family I have left to hang on to!” 

“What do you guys not understand?!” 

You continued to shout as the group of first years noticed the small shaking of your hands. “(Y/n)... You know you can’t save everyone…”

… What?

A sharp pang then struck your stomach at those words as your expression contorted and ached into despair. Confusion filled the trembling of your form, the world around you suddenly going silent and suffocating. At that moment, everything surrounding you made you feel as if there were boulders being mounted onto your back as you stared into the grueling eyes of your friends in front of you, their gaze piercing and scrutinizing.

Why were they looking at you that way?

You’d never seen their expressions look so… distraught. Like they were lost and had no idea of what to do next. Even after everything you all had been through together—from dangerous spells, estranged housewardens, and random magical adventures—you still had never seen the faces of Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel appear so conflicted. So desolate. They were almost unrecognizable.

“Do you guys really think we should just let him suffer out there alone?” You glance up once more, ignoring their expressions as your voice softened. A sliver of pain was entwined in the way you could barely even bring yourself to finish your sentence.

“Ace? Jack? Epel?” You asked each and every one of them one by one, causing the young men to stand in silence as if even they, themselves, were ashamed of their own actions. A sigh then escaped your mouth at their reluctance to answer. 

“Even you, Deuce..?” You faced him, hoping that at least one of your first year friends would be on your side. But with the way Deuce just stood there, stance unwavering, you realized that for the first time since you met the people of Twisted Wonderland, you were inherently alone.

The deafening silence lasted for what felt like days until you managed to free your legs from the ground to begin slowly walking away, leaving all four of your friends to drown in their own thoughts. They clearly made their choice. And you would make yours. “I… I have to go,” you mumbled as you gradually turned running towards the shaking halls of Night Raven College. The first years remained rooted to the floors of the school as they wordlessly watched you flee, their expressions filled with worry and shame.

A sigh was then heard from Ace as he interrupted whatever thoughts were swirling through everyone’s minds. Walking the same path you had just been on, Ace then dragged Deuce with him as the two followed you into the trembling hallways surrounding you all after attempting to reassure Epel and Jack that they would handle this.

“We’ll go talk to them…” the two promised as they tried to catch up to wherever you had gone…

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“(Y/n)!” Ace’s voice rang in the flaming room, catching a certain prefect’s attention.

“What in Twisted Wonderland are you doing?!”

You turned to face your two friends, Ace and Deuce, with a petrified but unwavering look present in your eyes. Grim was out of control and if Crowley refused to help you for the thousandth time, someone had to stop him. 

Even a mere human with no magical abilities such as yourself would have to do.

“I’m saving Grim!” you replied back.

The Adeuce duo glanced at one another, concern for their friend clearly shown in their facial expressions.

“Saving him?! (Y/n), you’re insane if you think you can stop this!” 

Deuce added on to Ace’s chiding, his tone a bit softer as he gazed at the prefect, “(Y/n), there’s a big chance you won’t survive...”

You sighed, sorrow woven in the next words you said.

“Then I suppose I’m taking that risk. For Grim.” Screeching roars that could destroy one’s hearing enveloped the mirror chambers as the magicless freshman faced their beloved cat companion and friend.

You couldn’t comprehend why your friends tried to stop you. All you had wanted was for Grim to come home. Was that such a difficult thing to understand?

Tears began to threaten your eyes as you made your way towards what was left of the quickly disintegrating Night Raven mirror chambers as you left Ace and Deuce’s unreadable faces behind you. A combination of ashes, dust, and wet tears stung both of your eyes as you practically sprinted towards the raging chaos.

Blue flames mockingly danced around you as the heat radiated onto your sweltering skin. But despite the inevitable obstacles, you remained determined to bring your friend back to you as you took a deep breath, whispering your final string of hope into the smoke-filled air.

“Grim… please just come home… Please.”

a/n: alexa play i bet on losing dogs by mitski

[soanliawriter]

Stress Reliever (Levi Ackerman)

( // NSFW WARNING // ) ( Oneshot )

Context: pwp (p*rn without plot), penetration, lewd language, blowjobs, creampie, sucking and fingering pussy

Summary: Your boyfriend is a firefighter, Levi's libido would often activate when he needs some sexual stress relief.

"F*ck baby" Levi groans and whimpers when you started giving him a blowjob, you both stayed in his sleeping quarters, trying his absolute best to keep in his moans, it's hard for him when you're sucking him off good.

"I love it when you suck my tip like that baby-- f*ck!"

You hummed in response as you fondled with his smooth balls and taking him in whole, licking his tip the way he likes it.

Pussy was throbbing bad hearing his suppressed sounds, later the sounds of you sucking him is heard, good thing Levi's sleeping quarters is just for him, meaning he has no roommate.

"Let me eat you baby" he said tiredly as you got off his cock with a satisfying pop as he lightly pushes you down on his bed, making it creek a little from the impact.

He kisses you roughly opening your mouth using his tongue, you gladly accept his invitation for him to explore your cavern, tongues kissing each other, pulling away with another satisfying pop, string of saliva connecting you both.

"Hurry baby" you moaned out as he kissed your sweet spot on your neck, your turn trying to suppress your moans, biting on your bottom lip and finger, he trails down lifting your shirt up removing it, seeing you were wearing a sports bra with a zipper in front.

He unzips it, seeing your boobs jiggle a bit, he fondled with it and pinch your erect nipples sucking on them delicately, your back arched as you tugged on his raven hair.

"Love it when I pleasure your sensitive nipples?"

He hums as he sucks them again, lightly bitting your nipples, tugging on it a bit before pulling away, his kisses trails down your ribs and stomach, finally reaching your throbbing wet pussy.

He inhales your scent down there, his cock twitched at how aroused you are.

"Try not to make a sound, if you do I stop"

You huffed out a moan looking down at him as he kisses the pussy folds before thrusting in in middle and ring finger, sliding it in no problem.

"F*ck Levi!"

He chuckles, teasingly licking and kissing your sensitive clitoris, as he heard your muffled moans, he went it and fully sucking and licking your clitoris.

The pleasure was sending your to orbit, stars was showing on the sides of your vision, mouth agape but no moans came out, only muffled whimpers.

Gripping on his bedsheets hard as you start to feel a knot coming in close.

"I'm gonna cum Levi! F*ck!"

"Cum, cum, cum, cum"

He's thrusting his fingers in great speed that made your whole body move back and forth at how strong his thrust the his fingers are being.

The bed was surprisingly not creeking.

He chuckles as he did a quick few flicks of his tongue on your throbbing clit before finally cumming all over his face, he used his other hand to catch the rest, making sure it doesn't go to his bed.

Levi licked and sucked on his fingers and hand clean as he kisses your pussy that made you jolt and huff out a moan before he trails up to you.

Kissing your forehead before you felt his tip teasing your entrance, going up and down your clit a couple of times before finally thrusting it whole inside you.

"Levi!"

You whisper shouted at him as you gripped his muscular biceps, nails digging into them as he groans, "f*ck baby, so wet, warm and tight for me" his moans shuddering as he finally thrusts in and out of you in a steady pace.

"Oh f*ck!" He moans out as he fels your legs wrapping around his hips pulling him closer, you were a moaning mess, trying not to suppress your sounds anymore.

A sinful sound of skin to skin contact and the wet sounds of your pussy was echoing his sleeping quarters, turning him on so much.

Levi's thrusting started getting faster, "like that baby? Huh? Oh f*ck yeah!" His thrusts was so powerful that your body couldn't help but be filled with so much pleasure running through your veins.

Arms lazily hanging off his shoulders, fingers tiredly intertwined together, legs loosing strength cause of pleasure.

"F*ck I'm cumming baby, want it inside?"

"Yes please Levi, please~"

You breathlessly say as he speeds up his thrusting, it was animalistic and it was perfect witnessing it, he grabs your arms and pinned them above your head, finger intertwining together, he kisses and sucks your neck as he kisses his wrists and licking it up.

"I'm cumming!"

"Inside, inside baby~"

After a few hard thrusts you both finally cummed together, feeling the warm juices filing you up, moaning softly body twitching from the intense pleasure, pussy was uncontrollably twitching so much, Levi pulled out to see he made you have a creampie.

He smirks and used his index finger rubbing your pussy up and down, swirling the cum, he lifts his finger, licked and sucked on it clean.

"Round 2 in my shower?" Levi asked as you smirked, lifting you off his bed and carrying you bridal style, finally reaching the showers, immediately starting round 2.

( // a/n: cheeky gander of the shower sex you and Levi will have, let your imaginations run wild loves 🥴🤭😏 // )

[twistedcharismaaa]

Giselle Pt. 3

Summary: A sneak peek of Giselle from The Red Door series showcasing her many powers.

Author's Note: Hi guysssss! I’m back with an update! Your girl Giselle is backkkk! I hope you missed her! I sure did! I hope you all enjoy her reckless adventures! Again, as a reminder This character is from “The Red Door” but is NOT tied in with the story whatsoever. Hope that makes sense! I love y’all always!!! Enjoy enjoy enjoy!!! Don’t forget to please leave a comment for ya girl! I LIVE for the commentary!

She was intentional, precise, and calculated. She was utterly determined to be Ambrose’s undoing. She was willing and ready to watch him unravel at the seam. She was a master of talents but she was never too proud to be a student. She studied him relentlessly learning everything that she could possibly know about him. She gained knowledge of his connections, his inner circle, and his schedules. She was a woman totally obsessed. She sought him in the same way that a thief seeks riches. And here he was, standing on the balcony alone quietly admiring the stars. It was almost as if it was destined. Ambrose was never alone. His henchmen continuously guarded him.

Giselle took a deep breath as she approached him. It was now or never. The impossible will be done tonight. His demise will be caused by her hand and the thought alone gave her goosebumps. She presented herself as a woman of the night. She just needed to appease him and more importantly, get close to him.

With a drink resting in her left hand and handcuffs resting in her right, she smiled flirtatiously before she spoke.

“I was sent for you Sir,” she said lightly.

Still, Ambrose’s back was turned. He didn’t move an inch.

“I sent for no one,” he responded sternly.

“But you did,” she lied.

“Look,” he stated, frustrated.

Abruptly he turned away from the stars and faced her. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He froze at the sight of her. Slowly, she twirled and flaunted her assets confidently. His eyes trailed her body unapologetically and needless to say he was pleased at the view. He had her undivided attention. Gradually she approached him and placed the drink in his hand.

“Drink,” she commanded.

Easily, he complied. Giselle rubbed her hand up and down his chest as she stared him lovingly in the eye. His hand caressed her lower back as he watched her playfully place the handcuff around his wrist and hers.

“We’re tethered,” she whispered against his skin.

She could feel him relaxing under his touch. She placed small kisses along his chest and neck as she palmed his manhood. Giselle sensed his arousal and his adoration.

“Fuck me,” she whispered in his ear.

“And fuck me, like you mean it,” she demanded.

Quickly Ambrose sprinted into action. Aggressively, he sat her on the railing and ripped off his suit jacket. He was ravenous. He wrapped his hand around her neck as he slowly sank into her. Curses left his lips as spells left hers. His thrusts started slow almost as if he was trying to make love. He was filled with so much adoration - it felt almost as if he wanted to worship her and Giselle could feel it too. He was right in the palm of her hand. His grasp around her throat tightened as his strokes grew more rapid and passionate. He was losing himself in her and now was her chance.

Roughly, she moved his hand away from her neck and forcefully grabbed his face. She looked him in the eye affectionately as she stroked his face.

“I am bewildered,” he whispered, breathlessly.

“No,” she pressed her finger on his lips. “Bewitched,” she corrected.

She pulled him in closer and kissed him fervidly. She wrapped her hands around his neck as she moaned in his mouth. With each kiss, she quietly drew breath - his breath. She was silently attempting to pull his power out of him. Many men have died by her hand but he would be the first to die by her kiss.

Ambrose closed his eyes and basked in her. He felt like he was floating. He felt weightless and careless but he also felt something else. He felt as if something was pulling at him like ocean waves. It felt like he was drifting further and further away from himself. His brows furrowed with confusion.

“It’s okay. Stay with me,” Giselle whispered in between kisses.

He placed his palms over her hands and kissed her once more. Gently he tugged at her hands to remove them from his face. To his dismay, her hands didn’t budge. Quickly, he opened his eyes and grew angry. He ripped himself from her embrace. Violently, he grabbed her by the neck and dangled Giselle over the balcony.

“You thought me to be a fly in your web, didn’t you?” He screamed.

Giselle struggled underneath his grasp. She channeled the claws of a lioness and scratched him repeatedly in hopes of breaking free. He was injured but unphased. With disgust, he moved away from the balcony and tossed her to the side. He spared her.

No man has ever survived Giselle’s spells. She was astonished and frightened.

“What are you?” She questioned.

“Exactly who you thought I was. The most powerful being to ever live,” He answered.

“And you must be Giselle. I’ve heard of you. The vixen that steals the power of men,” he continued.

Giselle remained quiet.

“Why men?” He questioned.

“Why not men?” Giselle answered.

“Mhm,” Ambrose nodded. “I respect that,” he continued. “The real question is, what am I going to do with you,” he stated, with a sinister smile resting on his face.

“I’m not easy to kill,” Giselle stated, sternly.

“Oh, I know. You’re very cunning,” He replied.

Loudly Ambrose sighed and turned away from Giselle. He gazed at the stars once again. Before Ambrose could utter another word Giselle vanished. Again, he spared her.

“Oh Giselle, you can run but you can’t hide. We’re tethered you and I,” he whispered into the night. —------

Part 2

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[anthurak]

Maiden Raven and Hound Summer will take the Monsterfucker genre to a whole new level

Oh we can only hope XD

Though I will admit that I do think it's rather presumptive to assume that Grimm Summer will be just another 'Hound'. Rather, I imagine (hope) that Salem's Grimm Hybrids will each have their own unique forms. With Summer herself essentially being the mythical 'Humanoid Grimm' that the fandom has been theorizing about for years now.

That being said, if Summer is in fact our equivalent to the Witch King, I could also imagine her also having a monstrous, winged form as a reference to WK's Fel Beast (or maybe she just rides an unfrozen Kevin into battle).

So we could see Summer using her giant monster form to battle Raven, and when Raven is defeated, Ruby destroys Summer's monster form with a Silver Eye blast much like how Eowyn kills the Witch King's Fel Beast. Which likewise leads to Ruby (and Yang) fighting Grimm Summer, now fully unmasked and in human form, on foot.

Meaning we can still totally ship Maiden Raven with Grimm Summer in her monster form XD

[hes-a-rat-whisperer]

After weeks of recovery, Alistair and Ceban could finally, FINALLY return to their home, and Ceb’s long lost childhood friend coming back with them was all the more wonderful. Of course they were grateful to Felonious for housing them until their fins came in, but there was nothing like home. Besides, the grumpy boxfish wasn’t the biggest fan of the wendigo’s living space. At all.

That evening, as the trio was taken back to the docks by Fel and Guinness, the raven haired man revealed he had goodbye gifts for them.

“Here.” Felonious said, smiling warmly as he handed Alistair a semi large package.

“It’s tofu products, and some other things, that you seemed to enjoy snacking on.”

Alistair sniffed at the package, his earfins pinning back as he listened to Fel´s description.

"I..uhm..thank you" he said, holding the package close and secure in his clawed hands.

Guinness was just about to make some kind of snarky remark as he saw the hostile mercreature show gratitude, but very quickly decided against it.

this was neither the time nor place for any sass.

"Felly spent a good bit o´ time preparin´ those! he works a knife like ye do yer claws!" he said, which actually got a chuckle out of the boxfish.

"well, thank you..this is very nice" Alistair said.

[helixobesity]

🌀 Dear Diary: Feedism Story🌀

Contains: Feedee/Feeder, dumbification, pig/piggy name calling, burping

First time trying something in this style so enjoy!!

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Dear diary

My partner got me this diary as a birthday gift! So I’ll probably try and log something whenever something interesting happens!

November 10th:

Today something… certainly interesting happened.

I was at home on my off day, when my partner came home in an absolute panic. They… didn’t really say what was going on, but they were freaked out. They unplugged the tv, and said not to talk to anyone else. Not like that’s hard considering we’re pretty deep in the woods. I guess I’ll try and talk to them again tomorrow?

November 11th:

Well they weren’t exactly descriptive again. They said they’ll go out alone for quick runs for food and other supplies, but they really emphasized they don’t want me going out anywhere for my “safety”. At least they’re here to keep me calm.

November 18th:

It’s been a week since my partner told me to stay inside. They still only go out sparingly, but I gotta say. They’re really spoiling me with food. I guess it’s nice? I might be able to do without so many fattening snacks around but without anything else to really do around the house I’m starting to run out of options…

November 28th

Another 10 days have gone by and still no straight answers from my partner. They keep leaving to get food in the middle of the night which has been strange, and despite my protest to know what’s going on with the rest of the world they don’t tell me anything. Also… all this junk food has started to take a toll on my waist line. I mean, I’ve put on nearly 20 pounds. I nearly popped the button on my jeans this morning!! I told my partner and he thought I was exaggerating. Then again, the scale is also gone from our bathroom now. Something is seriously up and I don’t really know what to do. Then again this milkshake my partner started making has been calming my nerves more often. It’s pink and it almost, like, sparkles? Whatever it is, it is good.

December 10th:

OMG Honestly, I was kinda against this whole staycation, I-I mean, whatever is going on outside but it has been quite nice. My partner has been giving me sooo much more food recently and I’ve been pretty ravenous. My uh… my big belly… has been bumping into everything recently. I guess I’m, like, not used to it? Oh, my partner told me it’s been a month since I started staying here! Idk how much longer I’ll need to stay but I’m sure they’ll tell me when things are safe :) I’ll just keep having these milkshakes, also I’m hungry again.

Decmber 20rd:

OoooIm such a clutz!! My feeder told me to right in my diary again! I totally, like, forgot about this! Ummm, oh yeah! None of my clothes fit! My feeder says I’m better without them! I fel sooooo big and soft, and they keep grabbing my big and calling me such a good “bimbo”? I think that’s the word? It’s cute ;) ugh I wish I didn’t have to get up all the time, why can’t I stay in bed an eatssss

Gasp feeder is calling me again! Ttyl

March 10th:

Hey hey! My feeder told me I used to, like, use this more times? I’m using a fun thingy where it’s typing what I say! I don’t know how to use write all those weird uh, things. God I’m starving. My feeder keeps me satisfied yeah, but, like, I need more! Why don’t they get that! At least bed is nice and cozy, and I looooove my fat. My arms feel so heavy, and my feeder always grabs my new chins when he talks to me and kiss me! I feel, like, I shouldn’t be as okay with everything that happened to me over the past couple months but. I’m more than okay with this!

June 22nd:

*buurrrp*

Did it start recording? It did? Thank youuu! Hehe that was my feeder helping me set this up again! Couldn’t get the stupid thing to work this time, it’s been a while! Idk how to do, like, many things. My feeder tells me to eat and drink my milkshakes so that’s what I do! And they call me a good piggy! And that’s like, what I am! A big bimbo piggy! Oh, right, feeder told me to say, they said it’s finally okay to go back outside again! And like, talk to people, but why should I wanna? I wanna eat, eat eat eat eat *burrrp* oopsie sorry, force of habit when I get all worked up! Ooo wait, did you bring more snacks? Yay! Turn this off and feed me already!

November 10th:

Hi, my piggy wanted to check back with their diary again, but for starters, they couldn’t read their old entries other than a few choice words here and there. Not like they can put down food for more than a few minutes to actually make an entry anyway. They wanted to note that they’re “really, really happy now” and they’re “no stress in head thingy”. It’s cute when they try and sound smart. Not to mention how… absolutely massive they are now. Honestly, they overtook their bed back in August and I had to get a new one. I never would have expected them to grow this much but, I want to make they so much fatter still…

Hey as long as they’re happy! Also, I don’t even think they realize today was the 1 year anniversary since it happened. Maybe that’s for the best? Regardless, I’m sure they’ll want to make another entry eventually. But if someone else finds this before they can, just know I’ll take good care of them!

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[camelliagwerm]

From the prompts "You are losing my interest, and that's very dangerous"?

thank you Emi. I apologise that this has taken so long to getting to but writing is [gestures] not my strong suit right now. Anyway, fuck it. Veszila time. CW for gore mentions. AO3 link here.

When the summons come, straight from the grotesque, snivelling creature the Chosen calls Sceleritas Fel, or "that Butler", Zila merely smiles, sets aside her flaying knife and leaves the bloody work to the other Bhaalist beside her. She smooths her robes down, but does not bother plucking the chunks of viscera from the fabric — let Bhaal’s Child see she has taken to this unholy work well.

Being summoned to the Chosen's chambers may be an honour, or a death sentence, and the outcome may be so fickle that it varies by the minute, and whether the unholy guarantee of murder has taken control of the Chosen’s body. Zilvala knows that much — she is no fool. After all, she had heard the whispers after the Chosen had plucked her from Moonrise Towers — wanting her all to themself rather than let her serve the Absolute — and brought her to this bloodstained temple. You would do well to please them, drow. Defying the Prophet begets death.

The butler is waiting for her by the chamber doors, talons nervously clicking against each other, beady eyes flitting from side to side to spot her arrival. He doesn’t say anything, only gesturing for her to enter before he disappears in the blink of an eye.

She does not expect them to be sitting at the edge of their bed, a hand barely covering a gaping wound in their side, panting heavily. Their eyes, bloody Bhaalist red against sclera as dark as the Demonwebs, flick up to Zilvala and speak only two words through gritted teeth. Dortho us’aa.

She approaches them, aware of the heavy stone door that leads to the centre of the temple closing behind her with a heavy thud and the groaning of chains; she stops in her tracks as she reaches the apex of the small dais where the Chosen’s bed resides. Zilvala kneels beside them, and gently she pries their hand from the bloody mess of a wound, the scent of their gore thick in the air, glistening on lifeless grey skin. They must be drained of their magic until their next communion with Father Bhaal.

What in the Demonwebs happened? She wants to ask, but she knows better than to query the favoured Bhaalspawn with trifling questions: losing their interest is a dangerous thing, unless she fancies having her brain-juices dashed across the chamber floor.

“Do what you must,” they say, this time in the common tongue. Their Drowic is rudimentary at best, gleaned from fragments of the Echo Sendai's speech, their pronunciation questionable. “Just get it done.”

She nods, and focuses on the well of magic inside of her being to bring forth a gentle, radiant glow from her fingertips. Zilvala treats the healing magic like needle and thread, making gestures similar to embroidery to shut the wound. It will leave a scar, but that will not bother them. A scar in the name of their Unholy Father is just a testament to their devotion to Him.

There is a sigh of relief, and a large hand brushes against her jawline, a thumb covered in calluses from decades of wielding their sacred instruments of death reaching beneath her chin. They tilt her head up so she is brought to look at them. A slight grunt of pain as they lean down to place a kiss on her lips, uncharacteristically tender without a hint of the ravenous lusts she has become used to from her summons to their chambers

“Bel’la dos,” they murmur huskily, the pronunciation a clumsy attempt at gratitude, before putting another kiss to her brow where the white ink dots her skin. “My Divine Soul.”

“As always, I am at your beck and call,” Zilvala replies. She comes to a stand between their spread legs, tentatively reaching out to run her fingers through the fuzz of their undercut. They snake their arms around her waist, broad hands finding where the edge of fabric meets bare skin. Fingers press down and she smiles. “Do you have any other need of me tonight, my Chosen?”

The way they pull her to the expanse of their body, hot and still sticky with blood and sweat, is answer enough.

[safrona-shadowsun]

𝟐-𝟓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

Burgundy Red, like a deep wine and blood still within the vein.

The smokey Violet of a settling evening or unknown shadow.

A vibrant Blue, the glow of the manifesting Void and scattered nebulas.

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

A deep, savory wine uncorked, Quel'danas Bloodberry infused.

Goldenfire Orchid oils, subtle sweet floral aroma distinct to elevated areas of the Valley of the Four Winds.

The faint scent of burning leaves, stronger in the aftermath of a summon or spellcast.

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍

Steampunk Fantasy with built in corsets for support.

Pandaren-inspired robes or kimonos in feminine styles.

Colors representing varied hues of liquor and wine.

Ankle-cut boots.

Distinct jeweled pieces worn with ulterior magical purpose.

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒

Augmented radio Hearthstone.

Ethereal Datapad/Speakstone.

Red Velvet Coinpurse.

Business Cards.

Embellished liquor flask.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄

Stately, observant, hands usually occupied.

Professional, courteous distance.

Diverting, disarming smiles.

Physically engaged, yet distant eyes.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

WINE.

A galaxy or nebula contained within an eye.

A raven skull etched on a silver coin.

A heart scarab.

An elegant scythe.

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[greyborn2]

WIP (belated) Wednesday

Got tagged in by the fantabulous pair @thana-topsy and @kookaburra1701 but, at the time, didn't have anything cooking. Have since cracked and started working on my still-unnamed Goblin TES fic featuring the Tel Mithryn crew and 1 (one) goblin!! So ya! Have finally written up a little chunk and toooootally not just using a belated WIP wednesday as an excuse to share it;

The town of Dagon Fel had, all things considered, taken the eruption of Red Mountain remarkably well. Those vicious plumes of ash and fire that had come forth from it, scouring most other settlements from Vvardenfell, had been redirected by the cliffs of Sheogorad’s southern shore. Dagon Fel, on the northern one, had been as protected as Raven Rock behind its bulwark. In the shadow of the ruins of Mzulft, the town survived. The town thrived.

Survivors had come flocking there, first in scatterings, then in droves. Settling down and quickly overpopulating the original Nord inhabitants of the town. It became a gateway settlement – the last stop for hundreds of refugees before they moved on to Solstheim, or Skyrim. The old Nordic townhouses torn down, or burned down by ashfall, to be replaced sturdier stone dunmeri buildings. A city of tents spiraling out around it, dwarfing that core permanent settlement in size and population alike.

Always, though, in that space between tent-town and true-town, a small gap was left. A market square, one might call it if they were being generous. In the panic to flee one’s home one grabbed all manner of brick-a-brack that only later, on reflection, turned out to be useless. Antique kitchenware, ceremonial armors… books. The refugees of Dagon Fel flocked to that market to pawn off those old keepsakes in the face of desperation, hoping to make a few more septims to fund their journey further afield from the vicious glow of the mountain.

All sorts of interesting things turned up in those markets. Things people didn’t need to survive, maybe, but had worth in other ways. It was this small market of desperate fools that kept Neloth coming back to Dagon Fel, away from his tower in Solstheim. That small market and the occasional treasures it held.

The boy – Talvas – was being a nuisance, as always, as children his age were want to do. Enough to make him question why he had taken him on as an apprentice in the first place. Running here and there, poking at the piles of trash and treasures the folks were trying to peddle, tugging on Neloth’s robe’s incessantly with some new exclamation of “Look at this master!” or “What about that master?”. His high spirits were sickening and his pestering a pain. To make matters worse the boy’s hands where filthy – though his ashen skin hid the true ash on them well – and he kept. Rubbing. Those. Grubby. Hands. On. His. Best. Robes.

Neloth let out a hiss of annoyance, shooing his pest of an apprentice away again to return his attention to the reason he had come here. Not that any amount of attention would help – on the sliding scale of trash to treasure it was decidedly skewed towards the former this season. No matter how refugees tried to extort the ‘historical value’ of ancient familial records or now-useless scrolls of Almsivi Intervention they were of no use, and even less interest, to him.

Slowly but surely his circuit brought him from the trash markets to the one place in Dagon Fel that could be relied upon for some base level of quality. Even if the goods here were decidedly more… perishable.

As such places generally were, the slave markets of Dagon Fel were a sad little affair. Only the Dres tried to hide the misery places like that held. Mostly this one wasn’t even run by distinguished traders, it was just unfortunates trying to sell themselves or a family member off for some hope of escaping this ashen rock. It took Neloth a good hour of questioning and shooing away hopefuls before he even started to find some that knew the first thing about brewing tea. Even fewer seemed to have the skill… the basic decencies… he expected of a potential steward.

He had just started to talk with a promising young woman – a Nalona or Varona or something to that effect – when that blasted apprentice of his came to pester once more. Tugging away on his sleeve, leaving dusty, grimy, fingerprints on the yellowed fabric he had worked – or more accurate had someone else work – to keep so clean. “Master Neloth, sir!! Sir!!” he had said, eagerly, “Not. Now. Boy. Go find some other children to pester with your inane discoveries…” “But… Master Neloth… sir… it’s so ugly!!!” – sure enough, the boy was pointing eagerly with his other, equally filthy, hand towards a nord man of no fair looks but… no… he was pointing at what the man was holding. Not the man. What he was trying to sell. A small bundle that, after a moment, Neloth realized was a baby. Or else something decidedly baby-shaped.

“We are looking for a steward, boy. Not another infant. Now please, me and Sera Belona-” the young woman interjected with a quiet, barely audible, correction of ‘Varona, sir’ under her breath “-yes, yes, that’s what I said. We were talking, boy.”

“But… master… it’s hideous!! It has to be half… half Falmer or… or… something!! Maybe even a troll!!”

There was no arguing with him. Besides, he was mostly done with this Varona woman anyway… what could be the harm in amusing the boy just this once? Neloth let out a long sigh, gesturing towards the docks and saying a last few words to the woman before he followed his apprentice to see the sight; “You will report to my ship, at the docks. Sera Mothren will give you something more… presentable… to wear for the return voyage to Tel Mithryn. You are to treat her with all the respect you would treat me. She is an asset to my house and I will not have her disrespected.” “I… yes Serjo Neloth, sir. Understood, sir.” – she wasted no time, at least, following the orders she had been given.

All in all, Neloth wasn’t completely sure what he had expected to see bundled up in the Nord warrior’s arms, offered up for sale. Perhaps some unfortunate burn victim from the ashlands. Perhaps just a particularly hideous bosmeri babe, given the pathetically small size. No… what he saw instead caught him by no small surprise, even if he did his best to hide it.

It was an infant, yes, but nothing human or merish. Not even orcish.

If an adult of its species was a rat, this thing certainly looked the part of a newborn pup. Its flesh pinkish-grey rather than the grey-blue of an adult. Its eyes large enough to bulge out of its tiny head, though still sealed behind closed lids that had not yet opened and seen the world. Its skin wrinkled and thin enough that veins could be seen through it. More foetus than baby. Small enough that one could almost hold it all cupped in one hand. Long ears sticking out either side of its misshapen head under a soft white-haired fuzz. Viciously fanged mouth not even crying just… opening and closing. As if it expected food to be delivered straight to that vicious little maw it had. No… what his damnable apprentice had found was a goblin. A goblin babe.

[caedun]

glimpse XXII

He sat cross-legged and alone atop one of the many decorative spires of Azj-Kahet, his form rigid, elbows sharply out and palms on his thighs. With his eyes closed he could be mistaken, at a distance, for some old carved grotesque; and in truth he was somewhat of kin.

Down here the air was still and stale. His senses, already so freakishly honed, found even greater footing in this pit with no ambient breezes nor errant winds to interrupt the sounds and vibrations. He sensed them all around him--different than the way he sensed demons, but alike--heard their scurrying, felt their chittering.

He hadn't been there, when Dalaran had been struck. By all accounts his presence would have made little difference, so cataclysmic was the blow that little remained of the city on Khaz Algar's shores, scraps he had ruminated on after arriving with the first fleet of ships. The city of mages had, for a time, been his home; a portal's distance between the Fel Hammer and the invasion's theatre of operations. Now it was masoned rubble and crystalline dust, all at the hands of the nerubians and something called "Xal'atath," whatever that was.

He recalled how he felt when Pandaria had been similarly molested by the works of the old ones and their shadows. He had been ravenous in his work, lashing out and hunting the cultists and summoned oddities like wild game, slavering, ripping, and tearing his way across the vale.

He felt that same anger again this time, but as a knife rather than a blaze, an implement craft to deliver a clean and decisive wound collapsing into a single violent point.

So he had loped off into the dark ahead of the expeditionary force as he was wont to do and followed their webs and strands, rapidly descending into the earth as he did so, until he found himself amidst their homes. With a quick study of the land and the loyalties of their tangled politics, he identified both those who had aligned themselves with this Xal'atath and who had been directly responsible for the city's destruction.

Once again the woeful irony of his actions unintentionally carrying on The Dark Titan's crusade struck him. In this damp and beshadowed place, he was an incessant flame, a wicked spark that could not be snuffed, that would crackle and lash until it grew into a roar, that would scour the festering wound and salt it.

Once again, he had left business behind. He would crush them and slash them and scorch them and pull them apart until the message had been received or there were none left.

Once again, he was here for himself.

[surprise-sausage-party]

it was a beautiful saturday morning as Felonious played happily in the garden. it had rained quite a bit last night, but today, it was a completely cloudless, inviting day outside. Alistair smiled as he looked out of the window and watched Fel play in the garden with his little coat and boots on. he still had some chores to do, but didn´t want to deny his little one the chance to play outside, so he sent half a dozen of his furred babies outside as well to watch him. if anything should go wrong, they will come running back outside, squeaking up a storm to alert their master. of course, Fel was only playing in the garden and he was a very well behaved young boy, so there was honestly little chance that anything could go wrong, but..well, Alistair rather not risk anything. as Fel played, the rats were lying around in the sun, their tails lazily going back and forth as their eyes were fixed on the child´s every movement. there were a few times where he tripped and they almost ran inside to go get Alistair, but Fel would always just get back up and continue playing, completely unbothered. but soon, they tore their stares away from Fel, as they saw a tennis ball flying over the fence into the garden. it landed far away from the boy, making a few bounces before coming to a halt. imediately, the rodents climbed up the fence, glaring over to the other side. the culprit..was just another little boy. the kid grabbed a bucket, turned it around and used it as a stepping stool as he made an attempt to climb over the fence. and just as he managed to pull himself up the fence, Felonious would see the familiar face of his best friend Gosgo. the blonde little boy beamed as he too recognized felonious imediately “hey Felly!!“ he said, his excitement making his voice a bit more squeaky. “you live behind the fence??“

Felonious yelped when the ball landed in front of him, and when spinning around his heels, the little raven haired boy gasped when seeing his bestie’s head peaking over the fence.

“GOSSY!!” He squealed, absolutely delighted, and ran to the fence to meet the little blonde boy. He noticed the two rats that came outside with him hissing at Gosgo, so he quickly pulled them to him, hugging them to his little chest.

“No no! No biting, Misha!! No biting, Miette! It’s bad!” Felly wagged his little finger at the two little rodents before petting them and setting them down on the grass. He put his hands on his hips as he continued.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you, but we don’t bite besties!” He chided, then he turned to grab something, a broken chair, and began to climb it despite it wobbling under him.

[trixcuomo]

When Kael'thas was high

Welcome to a new series! It's like the Dave Chapelle show lol.

Once upon a time, back in Outland...

Kaelthas: I dunno, Tempest...

Trixany: My name is not Tempest Raven. That's an evil Blood Knight name you forced on me.

Kael'thas: Sure it is. Anyway--I dunno how we, as elves, avoided indulging fel magic for as long as we have.

Trixany: *watches him caress a glowing green crystal*

Kael'thas: It's beautiful magic. It's even orgasmic! That's how I feel right now.

Trixany: It's corruptive, borne from destroying life itself.

Kael'thas: Hey, I thought you were cool. I thought you and the others stayed at Tempest Keep to be evil with me. This is our best excuse, our one chance to be baddies and get away with it! You don't want to enjoy that?

Trixany: Well. I did throw a bunch of eggs at Khadgar's roaming arcane servitor the other day, when you ordered us to raid Shatthrath. I hated that long-ass quest--who subjects people to that!! It was so selfish of him, and it was boring!

Kael'thas: Ah, you see? Well done, Tempest Raven!

Trixany: OooOoohhh and I bet your name is Setback McGee.

Kael'thas: That doesn't even make sense.

Trixany: Don't worry, Kael. It will one day.

[myrammmortal]

Chapter 33, putting clothes on just to take them off again, again!

AN: I sed shut up itz nut my folt ok if u don’t lik da story den ur a prep so fuk u flamerz!1111 ps im nut updating ubtil u giv me fiv god reviewz nd diz tim I men it!111111 U SUK!1111 fangz raven 4 di help il promiz to help u wif ur story lolz1

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“Oh my fuking god!1” I shooted sadly. “Shud we get u 2 St Manga’s, bitch?”

“Hel no!” she said. “Lizzen Egogy, I need ur help. Nex tim u go bak in tim, do u fink u kod ask Tom Andorson 4 sum help?”

“Sure, but my name isn't Lizzen Egogy." I said sadly. It must be the curse, that thing is tenacious if anything and my beauty is just so great that people keep forgetting my name. Must be because I'm so goffik. I went outside the door. Richard was there!111 He wuz wearing a big blak GC tshit which wuz his panamas.

“Hey Sexxy.” I said.

“How’d it go Paul Darkness Alzheimer Birdflu Landers?” he asked in his voice was so sexy and low kinda like Gerard Way when hes talking.

“Fine.” I reponded. We stared 2 go bak in2 da dorm.

“How far did u go wif Satan?” Richard asked jealously.

“Not 2 far, lol.” I borked.

“Will you hav to do it with him?” Richard asked angstily.

“I hop not 2 far!111” I shouted angrily. Den I felt bad 4 shooting at him. I said sorry. We frenched.

“What happened 2 Snipe?” I growled.

“U will see.” Richard giggled mistressly. He opened a door……………Snap nd Lumpkin werz there!11 Serious waz pokering dem by staging dem wif a blak nife.

“NOOOO PLZ!1111” Lumpkin bagged as Serious started 2 suk his blood. I laffed statistically. I tok some photons of him and Snap bing torqued. (ok I no dis iz men but fink abot it ppl dey r pedoz nd Snap trid 2 rap dem and neway sadiztz rok haz any1 seen shrak atak 3 lolz). We took sum of Snipe’s blod den Richard and I went bak 2 our roomz. We sat on my goffik blak bed. My cloves were kinda drity so I pot on a blak leather outfit fingie kinda like da 1 Suelene haz in Undreworld. (if u haven’t herd of it den FUK U!111) . I put on some blak platform high heelz. Richard put on ‘desolition liverz’ by MCR. Den………………………………………….we storted 2 take of eachotherz clozez. I felt pretty stupid talking about how I was going to put on a carefully planned outfit just to immediately take it off again. I tok of his shit nd he had a six-pak, lolz. We started 2 mak out lik in Da Grudge. He pot his wetnes in my u-know-what sexily. I gut an orgy.

“Oh Richard!111111!1 Oh mi fuking gud Richard!1111” I screemed passively as he got an eructation.

“I luv u TaEbory.” he whispred sexily and den he fel aspleep lol.

"Wow, I literally fucked his brains out!" I thought as I drifted off to sleep.